Heather Brown - Hitchhike wife

Well, apparently from the money in my tight fist, I stacked up pretty well against other women. Twenty bucks more and I could call a taxi to take me all the way home.

While I was waiting for more action, I looked up on the stage. The naked dancer was slithering like a serpent on the stage, giving the audience a rear view of her shiny pussy. Her performance was getting dirtier and dirtier, her sopping cunt seeming to take over her whole body. The dripping sight of it mesmerized the audience. Me included.

I was so horny I couldn't wait to be asked. I got up and waked right over to a guy sitting at a nearby table. His eyes were riveted to the dancer's flexing cunt so I couldn't see what he looked like in the darkness.

I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs, catching it between my thighs and the wet fabric of my dress. "How'd you like to feel my cunt while I give you a hand-job?" I whispered torchily.

"How much?" he said into his beer, his eyes riveted on the obscenely gyrating dancer.

"Ten," I breathed into his ear.

"Start earning your money," he said, keeping his head turned from me. But it was so dark in there that it didn't make any difference if I saw his face or not. Besides, it wasn't his face that I was interested in.

My hand slid under the table, groping for his cock. I found it throbbing under his denim pants, nestling about eight inches along the inside of his leg. It pulsed under my cares, obviously swelling larger by the second. I bet myself that it would be just a shade over ten inches long when it was swollen to maximum hardness. The exact same sic as my darling Phil's.

Only the zipper on his fly separated me from his dick. It screeched under the table as I pulled it down, my fingers trembling at being so close to touching his cock.

Just as I reached in to claim my treasure, his hand slipped into my lap. His fingers wiggled towards my cunt through the sopping dress.

"Under the dress," I whispered. "I haven't got anything on underneath. My pussy's bare. And wet. I'll pull up the hem for you."

His fingers found my dripping cunt and my hand his hot, throbbing cock at exactly the same time. I clamped my thighs around his hand, sealing it to my horny cunt. Simultaneously my fingers encircled his uncoiling prick, pulling it out along with a set of hairy balls from my mystery man's pants.

I loved giving hand-jobs. I loved the way the cock-shaft felt so strong and sturdy in my hand. So smooth. Like I was stroking some piece of priceless art sculpted from marble.

The veins pulsed against my hand like they would burst at any moment. They throbbed with the blood rushing to the quivering, swollen cock-head.

I stroked all the way down to his churning balls and back up again, loving the feel of every inch of his cock. And I'd been absolutely right. My fingers told me it was just a shade over ten inches. The perfect length as far as I was concerned.

Between my legs, his hand was working up a storm on my cunt. Two fingers penetrated me as he gave me a double-pronged finger-fuck. He sent each finger in an opposite direction, spreading the interior of my cunt to the ultimate. My pussy-juice wouldn't stop flowing.

Above the table we both watched the floorshow as though it were the only thing going on. Actually, the steamy entertainment was part of what was going on below our waists. Every move the naked dancer made turned each of us on even more. I could sense it in the way the guy's cock jumped when she did something really filthy… and the way my cunt spasmed.

Low-down from the first moment she walked on stage, by the third record, this dancer was like an animal in heat. Her cunt seemed to blaze all the way across the room at us. Looking at it was like an invitation to terminal horniness. There was nobody in the world who could have looked at her hairy, dripping, constantly split pussy and not be turned on.

And her tits were just as fantastic. They were glistening because she had smeared her own cunt-juice all over them. Globs of twat-cream soaked her strawberry nipples.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I whispered in the guy's ear, steadily stroking his long, thick prick.

"You mean the number?" he said, using a favorite expression of Phil's.

"Yes," I chuckled. "Or if you'd like me to spell it out for you, F-U-C-K."

"R-I-G-H-T O-N," he said, grabbing his cock and stuffing it back inside his pants.

"Where? We can't do it here."

"In the back of my truck. I'm hauling a load of furniture. Except for the fact it's pitch black inside, it'll be just like home."

"I can dig it," I panted eagerly. "Which truck is it?"

"I'll go first and open up. Then you follow a few minutes later. It's right outside this place, parked second from the left. You can't miss it."

Waiting those five minutes before I followed him was almost more than I could bear. Watching the dancer to fill the time, I got hornier and hornier. I was afraid that I was going to get so turned on I'd start masturbating and never get out the door. It was a good thing that a woman can come indefinitely or I'd have already shot my load for the day.

When I couldn't wait any longer, I split. Making my way out to the parking lot, I felt my thighs sticking to each other with every step, so thick was my constant pussy discharge.

There it was. Second truck from the left. It would have caught my eye under any circumstances. It looked just like Phil's.

I ran up to it and knocked on the corrugated back panel of the rig. "Hurry up and get on in," he hissed as he raised the door. "We haven't got much time. I'm already behind schedule. I want to get home by this evening."

"Wife?" I said understandingly as I crawled into the darkness.

"Yep," he said, pulling the door down before I had a chance to make out his features.

"Why aren't you saving it for her?" I asked.

"I'd planned to. But you made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

"No kidding," I said with surprise, pleased I was so alluring.

"Right on. Now get that silly hippie dress off and let's fuck."

"Are you already stripped?" I asked breathlessly, thrilled at the prospect of his total nudity.

"Feel."

He grabbed my hand and placed it to his bare belly. Then he moved it down until my fingers were intertwined in his pubic hair. At last I felt his twitching dick and throbbing balls.

After that introduction to his naked body, I lost no time in presenting him mine. Out of my loose-fitting dress in an instant, I hurled myself at him, my bare tits squashing against his hairy chest.

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned, "you've got fantastic tits. I can feel the nipples rubbing against me."

"Better than the dancers?"

"Which one?" he laughed.

"Both."

"You better believe it," he said, leaning down so he could start nibbling at my jugs.

I leaned back to accommodate his licking and fell onto a long broad couch. In an instant I had a leg hooked over the back, the other one splaying in the opposite direction with my foot anchored to the floor. My cunt was as open as it could possibly be.

He fell on me like I had planned. His hips fit right into the slot of my open thighs, his cock jabbing instantaneously against the mouth of my pussy.

Continuing to suck my tits as though his life depended on it, he pushed a hand between us and slid it down to his throbbing dick. Grasping his shaft, he guided his erect tool inside my cunt, spreading the lips with its insistent head.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" I screamed. "I can't wait any longer. All the way to your balls!"

My breath was taken away as I got what I asked for. With one lunge his prick slid all the way to the hilt inside my cunt.

I wrapped my legs around his waist while my ass wriggled with delight. Shoving my crotch at him with limitless sexual energy, I met his plunge, fucking back as good as I took.